Chapter 65: When an Epic Becomes a Farce

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“Pi Shan, what are you trying to do?!”

Jiao Wushuang’s expression changed, attempting to intimidate Pi Shan into retreat.

Pi Shan remained calm:

“I, as a tribal chief, merely seek justice for our Barbarian Tribe!”

His voice, deep and resonant, echoed across the square, reaching the ears of all the barbarians.

Pi Shan ascended the platform, flanked by Lu Jiang and Xi Ming, subtly confronting Jiao Wushuang.

Addressing the gathered barbarians, he declared, “I have something to say, please listen.”

A commanding aura emanated from him, silencing the crowd.

“Pi Shan, do not act foolishly in the presence of the Barbarian God!” Jiao Wushuang exclaimed sternly.

“Foolish?” Pi Shan scoffed. “What kind of Barbarian God poses so arrogantly before us?”

His words sent a wave of murmurs through the crowd, and he continued:

“Each of you is an elite of your tribes, surely capable of independent thought.

Consider carefully, what does your life today have to do with the Barbarian

God?”

His question prompted contemplation among the barbarians.

“Do your sincere prayers to the Barbarian God ever receive a response?”

“When you offer the fruits of your laborious hunts, does the Barbarian God ever reciprocate?”

“When you are starving, does the Barbarian God provide food?”

“When you are wounded, does the Barbarian God heal your injuries?”

His gaze, piercing and intense, fixed on the luminous figure on the platform.

“Where was this god when our Barbarian Tribe suffered oppression?”

“Where was this god when we had nowhere to turn?”

“Where was this god when we fought bloodily for survival on the lands of the Southern Ridge?”

He continued, his voice resonating with conviction:

“Now, as we barbarians stand firm on the land of the Southern Ridge, suddenly someone claiming to be a deity appears, expecting to rule over us all?!

Our status and reputation were earned through our own struggles and battles.

Our achievements today, what do they have to do with this god?!”

“Pi Shan, do not lead people astray with your words! The Barbarian God created

us; without him, there would be no barbarian tribe!” Jiao Wushuang retorted.

“How ridiculous!” Pi Shan countered.

Pi Shan snorted coldly.

“How can you be so sure of the Barbarian God’s intentions in creating us?” He turned towards the multitude of barbarians below.

“The human race can become true immortals, the demon race can ascend to divinity, and even the Feathered Tribe, in ancient times, had beings who ascended. Yet we, the dominant force of the Southern Ridge, are trapped in cultivation shackles, unable to take that final step!

Do you not see a problem here?”

Hearing this, the barbarians below grew contemplative, sensing the gravity of his words.

Pi Shan spoke loudly:

“I fear our revered deity has long since laid controls within us, keeping us in check!”

“What deity and subjects? All lies!”

“The Barbarian God has never shown compassion for our tribe!”

“Think carefully, now that the Barbarian God has revived in a weakened state, if we allow Him to grow in power, our tribe will never have a chance to rise!”

“Since He never regarded us as His people, why should we treat Him as a deity?!”

Pi Shan’s words resonated powerfully.

“Rather than being bound by a false god, we should master our own destiny!” He stepped forward, his voice echoing across the Sacred Mountain:

“Today, let us consume the Barbarian God to complete ourselves. I, Pi Shan, hereby swear!”

“If I become a god, I will lead the Barbarian Tribe out of the wilderness!”

“If I become a god, I will ensure our tribe reigns supreme, with all tribes kneeling before us!”

“If I become a god, I will complete our bloodline, allowing all in our tribe to become Saints and Ancestors!”

“If I become a god, I will be the new deity of the Barbarian Tribe!”

At this moment, Pi Shan’s presence was overwhelming, shaking the hearts of the barbarians. His prestige reached its zenith.

“The rejuvenation of the Barbarian Tribe begins with me! ”

Pi Shan let out a powerful roar and leaped towards the platform, targeting the luminous figure.

He knew well that the recently revived Barbarian God, despite being inherently powerful, was no match for him. His speech was to justify taking the position of the Barbarian God.

Pi Shan sought not only to consume the Barbarian God’s flesh and blood but also to become the new deity of the barbarians, with all worship and faith under his control.

As the wind and thunder roared, Pi Shan descended with crushing force!

The Barbarian God stood there, seemingly calm.

When Pi Shan denounced Him, He remained still.

When Pi Shan revealed his ambitions, He remained still.

Even as Pi Shan struck, He remained still.

But as Pi Shan approached, about to land his attack, He moved!

“Bang!”

The figure of light swung a scepter beside Him, striking Pi Shan squarely in the face!

Pi Shan was knocked to the ground, utterly baffled.

Holding his face, he rose from the ground.

What just happened?

Pi Shan, stunned by the unexpected resistance, prepared to strike again, but another blow from the scepter sent him crashing to the ground.

Confusion and pain engulfed him. How could this be happening? As one of the strongest among the barbarians, capable of contending with Great Ascension stage cultivators, why was he being overpowered like a mere mortal by a mere staff?

The newly resurrected Barbarian God shouldn’t possess such strength. Pi Shan couldn’t fathom the reason, but the Barbarian God raised the scepter again.

Under the luminous figure, a female voice rang out, filled with undisguised anger.

“Who on earth wishes to be the god of your Barbarian Tribe?!”

Elsewhere, atop the statue of the Barbarian God.

Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu watched the Barbarian God wield the scepter, relentlessly striking Pi Shan. The scepter seemed imbued with a mysterious power that sealed Pi Shan’s strength and abilities, rendering him as helpless as a mortal under its assault.

The Barbarian God, enjoying the act, noticed Jiao Wushuang and began to thrash him as well.

Below the platform, the barbarians stood dumbfounded, witnessing the unfolding farce.

Lu Xuan produced a watermelon from his storage artifact, slicing it in half and sharing it with Cheng Lingzhu. They ate while enjoying the spectacle.

Truth be told, Lu Xuan was initially impressed by Pi Shan’s eloquence and powerful rhetoric. His speech was surprisingly articulate and stirring for someone from the Barbarian Tribe.

However, this did not change the outcome.

Lu Xuan had employed a secret technique to remotely transmit power to the Barbarian God. The empowered deity naturally dominated Pi Shan.

Lu Xuan mused that if he hadn’t been present, the event might have unfolded differently.

“The king of the barbarians consuming the Barbarian God, absorbing Her flesh and blood to become the new deity.”

“That would have been quite epic.”

Cheng Lingzhu, watching the farce on the platform, thought about how history was altered in this moment and couldn’t help but laugh..